Come Olympic time next year, will London art addicts be gritting teeth and holding cynical breaths as the endurance race begins? Chancing upon the line-up for Tate Modern in the next 18 months, I see five months of Saatchi showmanship will be placed firmly in front of international Olympic visitors in the form of a… (read more)
In the New York area, there exists a New York buzz for a New York art collective called The Bruce High Quality Foundation; or the Bruces, if you’re avoiding excessive typing. The Bruces are, at times, a cheeky bunch of prankster artists, not only in what they make, but how they make it. No names… (read more)
Let’s say you’re trundling along to work on British Rail on a weary weekday morning, about 8:30, pressed up as politely as you can, to your like-minded human brothers and sisters, and you’re counting the stops to your final destination because, well, you can only hold your breath for so long. Just as you’re quietly… (read more)
As an artist – as a hungry, wanting, miserable-existing, low-rent-living, desperately seeking appreciation artist – wouldn’t you want to have maximum exposure so that any one of us buyers and lovers of art might catch on that you, well, exist? More philosophically, if you have a showing of your work, and it lasts only one… (read more)
“…It provides a means for understanding the contemporary world, and, potentially, for making it a better place.” You’d be mistaken if you thought this ambitious phrase was lifted from an exhibition programme at a contemporary art gallery, or an expensive brochure at a museum of modern art. It would be a good guess though. People… (read more)
An abundance of milk chocolate is evident in a room before I arrive at the top floor. While I climb the stairwell of the New Art Gallery in Walsall, a foul, stale dairy scent warns me to stop walking and flee back downstairs. The odor becomes more acute and recognizable, while a popping and slurping… (read more)